Child of Hiroshima

© 2011 Don Eichelberger
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Parents born of war,
Children born for peace
What they have in common
Is the size of their release.

Radioactive vapor
Pluming to the neighbors.
Heated waste pools melting,
And the vapor burns away.

Tell me it ain't so, Joe,
Here's the start of a long slow accident,
Zirconium and plutonium burning.

Will they take permission
To let them blow the mountain tops off,
Frack for the gas, drill for the oil?
To get at the energy.
No more market for clean fission.

We all live together
On this small, blue-green orb
Suspended in Infinity.
Why do we keep trying to destroy it?